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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

William Strode. 1602–1645

393. Chloris in the Snow

I SAW fair Chloris walk alone, 
When feather’d rain came softly down, 
As Jove descending from his Tower 
To court her in a silver shower: 
The wanton snow flew to her breast,         5
Like pretty birds into their nest, 
But, overcome with whiteness there, 
For grief it thaw’d into a tear: 
    Thence falling on her garments’ hem, 
    To deck her, froze into a gem.  10